This is a song about "Psychotic"

They start turning psychotic

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Till there's nothing left, but a psychotic grin

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Ok!!!! , fully psychotic again, let me see where i've been,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Plot twist he's a novelist psychotic and off of it

The next day you is everybody target

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

I become psychotic without you, i become insane,

With foreign names, valet the range

One that doesn't end in psychotic rage,

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

The psychotic dork with a knife as a fork like